The Destiny 41

The Meeting of Two Fathers

January 2006, the,

The restaurant was pretty good. The menu is served with traditional cuisine

Indoneszian. There is fried rice, satay, ice teler, ice cendol, to market snacks such as siomay also exist. This restaurant really spoils the tongue of Indonesian cuisine lovers, especially expats. They do not need to heat up and of course the hygiene of the cuisine is guaranteed.

Because the chef who is hired is indeed a classy chef, although not in the class of chefs in the

restaurants in five star hotels.

Today is tuesday. The restaurant was a bit quiet. Moreover, the clock has said time has already

twelve o'clock in the afternoon. There were only a few visitors who visited, one of them two middle-aged people. One has a fairly thick mustache, the other has a plontos-headed in the middle. They're talking about something.

“You have no intention to find a job in Indonesia?” tanya who moustaches pleasantries.

Name's Hendrikus.

The plontos-headed one in the middle grinned, Mr. Sulis. The logic is like people

America's. “Let's go, besides I still have some projects in this country.

Maybe for a while I'll be entrepreneurship first.”

Mr. Hendrikus is beaming.

“Oh yes, how is your son?” ask Mr. Sulis who sips his soft coffee. “That's, number two I mean. Your son has two, right?”

Nodding, grinning. “Oh, that one. Well, now he's sitting in first class. Same

like your son.”

Mr. Sulis chuckled.

Replace Mr. Hendrikus chuckled and shuffled his rumbling stomach;

long time ago their order was delivered. “And you still think our son is doomed

matchup yah?”

Mr. Sulis chuckled and nodded his head several times. “Yes, I'm sure

that's. How not, other than us who are friends since childhood, then our wives are also sealmamaters,

coincidence.” He shook his head steadily. “I'm sure, all those facts are indeed their proof

indeed matchmaking. I hope, the matchmaking agreement that we designed when our son

still orok it can be done.”

Mr. Hendrikus just chuckled, disinclined to argue his best friend; let alone in

in his heart, he also justifies all the facts that should not be ignored.

“I've even prepared a dwelling, if they get married later. The area

Bogors. I bought it when the kid was still a kindergarten student. I'll take you there.”

Mr. Hendrikus chuckled again. “You are serious about this match. Me only

not sure this matchmaking can run smoothly.”

Mr. Sulis carried away the atmosphere to laugh. “In doing something, where possible

initially smooth-spirited only. Maybe when we tell them both about

this matchmaking, well I'm sure also – they will refuse. Chances are like that, but someday they will realize and even agree to this matchmaking concept.”

“Amin, hopefully like that. Honestly, I don't seem to have the heart to force the two of them into this matchmaking plan. Moreover, the era of Siti Nurbaya has long passed and their parents are also married not because of arranged marriage. Why not let them meet on their own? If they are indeed a match, surely one day will meet and fall in love alone, right?” said Mr. Hendrikus who looked worried and also filled with guilt. Well even though he published a wide grin.

Mr. Sulis patted his friend's shoulder. “Have it, my friend, don't worry so.

Just trust me, if this matchmaking plan is going to be a big success. After all, it has been a long time since I dreamed of having Besan who was my best friend since childhood. Perhaps by the fact that they were both born in that same year, God would have granted my prayers.”

Mr. Hendrikus opened his eyes. He nodded in agreement. “I'm sure, they were already betrothed, even before they were born.

And this matchmaking agreement is just a mere medium to get them there.”

When he finished saying, the order was delivered to their rectangular table

occupy. The next plan about the matchmaking was forced to be postponed first in order to let

their stomachs are ringing.